III – Reinvention of Morning

You reinvent me, in the mirror of morning
facing an inherent sea of eventide that flooded
yet, never slumbered into night…

Perhaps you have dreamed me, nonetheless
and perhaps you are still drifting within the tangibility of the wave
which was, in fact, placated, at the translucid unfolding
of this porousness of cadences adhering foam
and perspective of the advent of a poem
diluted in mist, or still, and always
sculpted in salt…

Thus, you reinvent me, in paradox
of my accurate ambiguity
with hues of nacre never coalesced in pearl
and yet rolled, beneath your fingertips
like the sense of the shell that evades the eyes
but yields the air…

Recite me, now, for I never heard myself like this…

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